I heard Master shouting.
Fengping, who had just suffered a defeat, ran over with no trace of sadness on his face.
"Hello Master, hello Heavenly Master, hello Master Zuo, hello Old Mrs. Lu, hello Master Lu..."
"Don't be poor, tell me about the senior from Tianshi Mansion who gave you guidance?" Master Chu interrupted.
Feng Ping thought for a moment and said: "The senior was wearing Taoist robes, tall, with a little slovenly hair, a resolute face, calm and domineering, and his words were like nails hammered into wood..."
After listening to Feng Ping's description, Zhang Jingqing was a little suspicious. Based on the external description, there was no doubt that he was his evil disciple, but behind him he was calm and domineering, and his words were like nails hammered into wood...
Is this his evil disciple who doesn't make people worry at all?
Parents' understanding of their children is often one-sided, even the Heavenly Master is no exception. Of course, the main reason is that Zhang Zhiwei pretends to be cool and doesn't pretend in front of the master.
"Master Tian, isn't this your apprentice?" Zuo Ruotong reacted immediately. He was still very impressed by Zhang Zhiwei.
"Eighty percent yes!" Zhang Jingqing nodded.
"Pretending to be a senior and giving advice to your peers, you are really arrogant. No wonder you need to be beaten!" Zuo Ruotong said with a smile.
Zhang Jingqing didn't say anything, and glanced at Lu Jin who was adjusting his breath on the stage. As a heavenly master, his strength has reached the realm of transformation. As soon as Lu Jin made a move, he could see through Lu Jin's depth.
This level of strength is comparable to that of my own thieving rat who practices in the dark. It is impossible to defeat my own lion!
"Pretending to be a senior and giving guidance to my peers?" Fengping next to him, on the other hand, was shocked when he heard Zuo Ruotong's words: "What Zuo Meng said is that the senior who gave me guidance is a disciple of Tianshi, but he is actually of the same generation as me!"
Zuo Ruotong nodded.
Fengping exclaimed: "Oh my god, that kind of method is actually the same as me..."
Then he received a few violent shocks from Master Chu, and was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms.
"You evil beast, why are you howling? How can I allow you to be so presumptuous in front of the Zuo Sect Master and the Heavenly Master? Get to the side and stand there. The Master will not let you speak. You are not allowed to speak!"
Seeing his master's rage, Fengping didn't dare to do it again. He stood aside obediently, but his eyes were darting around.
It turned out to be a peer. No wonder he couldn't be found in the elders' table.
After hearing the news, Fengping not only did not feel a sense of shame, but he admired Zhang Zhiwei even more, just like the endless river.
In the world of strangers, the strong are respected.
If it is a senior, then he only respects and admires him!
The result is that peers...
I’ve decided on this boss!
Fengping secretly made up his mind.
While Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong were talking, a figure jumped onto the martial arts field.
The person who came was a fat man with a crew cut, glasses, and a black suit. He gave people a gentle and fierce look. He said with a gloomy face:
"Yan Wu Tang, Liu Deshui, would like to ask Master Lu for advice on the third level of rebirth!"
"Yanwu Hall..."
Lu Jin glanced at Liu Deshui's hand.
His index finger and middle finger are unusually thick, and he looks like he specializes in martial arts.
"Master Lu, do you still remember me?"
Liu Deshui did not take action directly, but adjusted his glasses, suppressed the almost uncontrollable excitement in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
"know me?"
Lu Jin was stunned, thought carefully for a moment, shook his head and said: "Brother Liu, I'm really sorry, little brother, I'm really a bit... By the way, do we meet somewhere?"
Hearing this, Liu Deshui was stunned at first, and then a surge of anger rushed to his head. For so many years, he had regarded Lu Jin as his target and his lifelong enemy day and night, but the other party didn't take him seriously at all. Here, he felt as if he had punched cotton with hatred.
"Have you forgotten... It doesn't matter, anyway, the me now and the stupid boy back then are two different people!"
After that, he flew out and launched a blazing attack on Lu Jin.
Lu Jin was a little confused, but he could only make fist seals to fight against the enemy. The two of them started fighting each other back and forth.
"Another thirty-six thieves are on the scene. Tsk, tsk, tsk, why do you feel like thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty?"
Zhang Zhiwei secretly laughed in his heart. Lu Jin himself didn't know much about the grudges between the two, but he did understand.
It was not a big deal, but eight years ago, Lu Jin and Liu Deshui went to Trinity Gate to become apprentices. In the end, Zuo Ruotong accepted Lu Jin and rejected Liu Deshui. Liu Deshui knelt outside Trinity Gate for three days and three nights. Zuo Ruotong Didn't even look at him.
Liu Deshui always thought that Zuo Ruotong disliked the poor and loved the rich. He only accepted Lu Jin as his disciple after seeing that Lu Jin came from a famous family. In order to make Zuo Ruotong regret it, Liu Deshui has always regarded Lu Jin as his future in these years. Target.
But now, at the Lu family's birthday banquet, Liu Deshui had the opportunity to defeat Lu Jin in front of Zuo Ruotong. Of course, Liu Deshui fought hard, and the scene was so intense that it went beyond the scope of a sparring match.
"Brother Lu Ci, what's going on? This Liu Deshui seems to have a personal enmity with Lu Jin!"
With the situation on the court, even the chubby Wang Ai noticed something was wrong.
"Who knows, this Liu Deshui has two brushes, but they are still not enough for Lu Jin to see." Lu Cirui commented.
"Brother, today is no better than yesterday. You can't do anything. You two are evenly matched. If you want to decide the winner, you can't do it as far as you can. You have to see the red!"
Lu Ren was worried that his brother would be reckless, so he greeted him in advance and explained, "I know you are angry, but today is a good day for the Lu family, so there is really no need to cause trouble."
"Our four families have always been equally famous. There may be someone here today who can beat Lu Jin even half the time. If this person is from other families, it would be easy to say, but if he is a child of the other three families, then it will be different. Do you understand? !”
"Brother, are you nagging me? You reminded me yesterday. Don't worry, I won't trouble Lu Jin, at least not today! Today, I want to fuck that Taoist priest!" Lu Ci said.
"Which Taoist priest?" Lu Ren asked.
Lu Ci pursed her lips not far away.
Lu Ren looked over and met Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.
Lu Ren smiled and nodded to Zhang Zhiwei, and then whispered to Lu Ci: "The master's disciple is suspected to be the direct descendant of the surname Zhang. I'm afraid he is a tough guy!"
"So what if you are a disciple of the Celestial Master and the direct descendant of the surname Zhang? Two shoulders can stand up to one head!" Lu Ci said with an unruly look on his face, "Who cares about soft bones? The harder the bones, the more enjoyable it is to chew!"
Hearing Lu Ci's heroic words, Zhang Zhiwei smiled: "Lu Sibei, do you want to fight me?"
"Why, Niubi, wasn't you very brave when you drank yesterday? Are you afraid today?"
Lu Ci chuckled and said, "If you can't drink, he can't fight?" He wanted to get back the face he lost at the wine table on the martial arts field.
"So confident?" Zhang Zhiwei grinned, "Well, I will do my best when the time comes and I won't hesitate to teach you, but don't be afraid to play!"
